Quotes About Art

Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

Every time a poet is about to write, every time the open their mouth to say something, they express their inner world and tell of their own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions, unless they are deliberately pursuing fantasies which contrast with their beliefs, opinions, thoughts, and the point of view.

As they moved from exhibit to exhibit like reluctant tourists in some artist's studio, Buffin sat on a stool with his limbs tense. He was like an exhibit himself in the direct odd light filtering through the whitish panes, legs wound tensely round one another, his face like an apologetic bag.

It is the ultimate expressive medium, Lick later wrote—"the moldable, retentive, yet dynamic medium—the medium within which one can create and preserve the most complex and subtle patterns and through which [one] can make those patterns operate (as programs) upon other patterns (data).

Movies will end up being this esoteric art form, where only singular people will put films out in a small group of theaters.

A work of art is essentially the internal made external, resulting from a creative process operating under the impulse of feeling, and embodying the combined product of the poet's perceptions, thoughts, and feelings. The primary source and subject matter of a poem, therefore, are the attributes and actions of the poet's own mind; or of if aspects of the external world, then these only as they are converted from fact to poetry by the feelings and operations of the poet's mind.

But it's been a wonderful change. I've found myself. I am stronger than I have ever been. I am painting, and I'm good at it. I have goals and desires. That's a positive change. Not something to be afraid of.

Look at that magic. Light mattered to Monet, to Cezanne, to Manet, and now Matisse is moving into almost flat color, and everyone is following. And Picasso? He doesn't care about light at all. But you can't have beauty without light, and beauty is the only worthwhile quest. Don't lose your way trying to become popular.

To be a decent writer you must have both empathy and imagination. While these attributes aid your art, they can plague your soul. You don't simply suffer your own sadness, experience your own longing and worry about your own wife and children, you are burdened with experiencing the emotional states of multitudes of others you don't know.

One and whole, together, the loss and repair belonging to each other," Picasso said. "Over time, all paintings are damaged one way or another. A painting cannot survive a long time unscathed.

What was the human animal in the midst of the siege? An herbivore that crawled on all fours, browsing on dirty grasses. A predator that hunted alone or in packs. A social animal that spoke of noble art and wound violin strings from the guts of dead sheep and pigs. A creature with canine teeth for tearing, but with a tongue for speaking. A mouth that could devour or sing.

So what were people getting so excited about? What was this symphony saying to them? We are still arguing about that a whole human lifetime later. Audiences are still trying to decipher the codes in Shostakovich's symphonies, trying to see under the masks he wore to the true face we expect to find beneath. "It's very difficult to speak through a mask," as the writer Viktor Shklovsky said, but "only a few can play themselves without it.

As one Shostakovich biographer put it, "Testimony is a realistic picture of Dmitri Shostakovich. It just isn't a genuine one.

Most important, it seems Stalin wanted to use the example of Shostakovich to scold and worry all of the Soviet Union's cultural leaders, rebuking them for turning away from "real art, real science, and real literature." He wanted to assert the infinite power of his regime and to show them that no one was safe.

What was this formalism? It literally means music, art, or writing that pays more attention to form and technique than to content. This definition seems vague and confusing, but perhaps that was the point. No one knew what it meant, any more than they knew exactly what its opposite, Socialist Realism, meant. They could mean anything

All the nations involved in the war used what we might call propaganda to change their citizens' moods. What is the line between art and propaganda? Art is, after all, supposed to affect our mood, is supposed to win us over to some understanding. And "propaganda" is often just what we call another nation's pride of country.

Gone were the landscape paintings of the past, the pictures of ancient Greek heroes, the portraits of women in their silks and feathers. Painters began to reduce everything to simple squares and circles, the intersection of triangles. They were thrilled by geometry. They talked about achieving weightlessness, of painting pictures that were no longer mired in the world. They wanted to leave the earth behind.

Many artists of all kinds wanted to make their artistic work useful to people in everyday life — and so the new, geometrical visual style was turned into plates, clothing, furniture, and, most famous of all, posters that revolutionized the world of art and brought the new art to the people. Russia suddenly was on the forefront of the future.

As a child in the dark days of the Cultural Revolution, I dreamed of being a painter. My art teacher warned me that paintings could land a person behind bars, especially portraits, and advised me to stick to anodyne landscapes.

De kunst is fraaier dan de werkelijkheid, maar beide leggen het af tegen de herinnering.

Among the many answers I have found, I believe love is the most beautiful and simple art that reflects the beauty of life.

One minute you're bleeding. The next minute you're hemorrhaging. The next minute you're painting the Mona Lisa.

La invención, no la copia de la realidad, es la verdad del arte.

El hombre no conoce la dignidad de la desesperación definitiva sino es con el indigno motivo de haber de morir; con sus juguetes de la ciencia, del arte, del progreso (la más estúpida de sus ideas), de la reforma social, que le parecen tan graves y que adula y realza utilizando el contraste con la frivolidad de las preocupaciones femeninas puestas en el bello vestir, lo que solamente pide él es no morir nunca. Es un entretenido y un longevista y por lo tanto un ente sin pasión.